While this isn't really about the kids, it did start with something we were doing for the kids....
We take our kids to a gymnastics class every Wednesday at ASI. It's like a Little Kids gym class that they really enjoy and we've had them doing it ever since they turned 18 months old.
This past Wednesday, we came out of gymnastics and as we were putting the kids into our SUV, we discovered that the passenger window had been broken into. Glass was all over the inside of the car and I noticed that my laptop computer from work had been stolen.
It's a growing trend, referred to as "smash and grab", where the thieves not something in the vehicle and break in with only that one item on their agenda. They don't spend time trying to take more out of the vehicle or the car itself, thus greatly minimizing their chances of being seen or caught.
Luckily, since this was a smash and grab, the only thing they took was the laptop and it's bag. I did have some personal items in there, but nothing too significant except for a checkbook and my jelly beans. I can live without the checkbook, but the jelly beans just about put me over the edge. That's enough to make someone want to go vigilante! But they missed things like my iPod, some cash and some other items that could have been of some value to them.
When I called the police to make a report, I knew they weren't going to come out and take a look at the break-in. But I was on hold for over 30 minutes waiting for someone to assist with my police report. Tammy had her car there as well, so she took the kids on home. I didn't want to wait in the parking lot the entire time, so I decided to go ahead and drive home, but realized this could be fun since I had all these glass slivers and shards all over the front seats, floor and console. Since there was no window on the passenger side, there would be wind blowing inside which could easily blow the glass around.
As I waited on hold, I drove slowly to a car wash so I could vacuum the worst of the fragmented glass. Unfortunately, when I got there I realized the cost to vacuum was $.75 and all I had was $.50. The change machine was broken, so I couldn't get anymore quarters. After searching the truck, I found another quarter. Success! I started the vacuum cleaner and had just begun to clean the inside of the truck when the police department answered the phone. Uh-oh, I thought, as I realized the vacuum cleaner was far too loud to be able to hear. I quickly jogged a short distance away from the cleaner and began speaking to the police department to file the incident. I was disappointed to find that in order to file a report, I must have the exact address of the incident and I had no clue what the address was to the ASI we had been at. Annoyed, I disconnected the call, only to discover that alas, the vacuum cleaner time had run out and my last quarter was spent without cleaning up the particles of peril. I had to take the long way home, staying on back roads and bike paths in order to keep my speed and the amount of wind down to a level to minimize the risk of eye injury or death. OK, that's an exaggeration. I didn't drive on bike paths....
The next day at work was quite a challenge, of course, since it was my work laptop they had stolen. I had to get a loaner to use and there were some files saved to the hard drive that I won't ever recover. Thank goodness I had mailed a co-worker a copy of the large project I had been working on for the last week or so, otherwise there's no way I would have met my deadline.
When the claim adjuster for my insurance came out, he received a sigh of relief from me as I contemplated the positive benefits of insurance. Insurance is such a necessary evil. While you pay money out of your pocket for just these type of circumstances, you never really want any of that money back. But in this case, since they weren't careful, considerate thieves (I guess that would be an oxymoron), they had damaged the area surrounding the window and the glass track and had tore the seats inside when they pushed the glass in.
Now, dear old truck (Mac, as the kids call it) is in the shop getting fixed. Since it's a truck and not a dog or cat, it's getting repaired.